Page 67 of Breaking the Ice

She cried out his name when they found the hard knot of nerves.

“Nick!”

Gripping the broad warmth of his shoulders, she bucked at the stimulus, his fingers deft and firm, the pressure on her clit so damn perfect someone should write it up in a textbook somewhere.The Hawkeye technique. His mouth broke away and she protested but suddenly he was finding another pleasure point, his tongue circling an engorged nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking so damn good she thought she might just faint from pleasure.

There were no bad thoughts now.There were no thoughts at all.Just the frantic thrum of her pulse taking up all the space in her head and the ragged edge to her breathing and the fireworks popping behind her eyelids.

She wanted more. Needed more. Of this. Ofhim.

He came back to her then and she kissed him deeper and wetter, his clean male scent enveloping her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips in invitation. His fingers were stroking her from the inside with devastating precision but she needed more.

She neededallof him.

“Nick.Please…”

As if he knew she was teetering on the edge, his mouth was back on hers, kissing and plundering as he groped behind her and for a split second she thought he was going to turn the light on but then she heard the drawer open and he was back brandishing a little foil packet.

“Take off your panties,” he muttered as he eased back just enough to push down his jeans and underwear and free himself.

Samantha did not need to be told twice, somehow managing to coordinate trembling fingers to divest herself of the satin and lace barrier as Nick put on the condom. Then they were coming together again, fitting into each other like two Lego blocks, his erection probing her slickness, his hand sliding under her left knee, bending and lifting her leg off the bed as he slid slowly and easy all the way home.

The low moan rose from her throat in deep, sonorous praise as he filled her, stretched her,completedher. Took her to another place. He fit perfectly. As if he was made for her.

As if she was made for him.

“Samantha…”

His hot breath puffed against the side of her neck as his body began to move, slowly, like she was a Stradivarius and he the maestro and it took no time to feel the first mild ripple of pleasure as it undulated through her pelvis, innervating every single muscle in preparation.

Okay. Ithadn’tjust been an idle boast. Her orgasmwasbuilding.Jesus –how many womendidit take to be this damn good?

Women like the redhead today?

No, dear God,do notthink about the redhead! But it was too late, her thoughts started to derail. She cringed as his hand squeezed her ass – was he comparing the handful to someone else’s handful?

God – wasshethe biggest girl he’d been with?

“Samantha,” he growled into her neck, biting the skin gently as he slowed his thrusting even further to a lazy tempo. “You’re thinking again.”

The build ebbed out of reach like a retreating wave and Samantha silently cursed herself. “Sorry, I’m taking too long, aren’t I?”

He chuckled, warm air currents caressing her throat as he pulled almost all the way out. “There’s no time limit,” he assured, his voice low and sexy as he slid all the way in again. “I can do this all night. In fact, I plan to. Just relax. Let it happen.”

Okay, right. Relax.Easy.And when he kissed her, she almost believed it with his slow penetration a particularly sweet torture all of its own. But, damn it, she was going to be his first failure, wasn’t she? First, they’d played the light-switch tango and now she was too in her head and taking forever.

Frankly she could have him hard and hot inside her all night with absolutely no release and be perfectly satisfied but he was a man, right? Sure, he said there was no time limit but wasn’t sex all about the end result for them?

Breaking off the kiss, Nick pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing husky. “How about we stop for now and go back to just making out?”

Oh God.Samantha shut her eyes; she couldn’t look at him. “I failed, didn’t I?”

“No.Absolutely not.”

Okay…sure. What a complete birthday sex nightmare. This was the last time she was ever taking Bec’s advice. She was going to have to face him tomorrow and the next day and the next knowing that she was a sexual dud. That until he’d met her he’d been able to satisfy every other woman he’d been with.

Maybe her second boyfriend had been right.

“Let me up,” she said, shoving against him.

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